Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Unwound,
The Move,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.